by Jeffrey A. Moore

Created on: July 11, 2009

Fed-up:

I struggle with my mind,
To try and understand,
This pain I feel inside,
Cause I'm a lonely man.
So broken down and tired,
Don't know what is real,
I dread this life of mine,
And this Hell I feel.

Bloody Halo on my head,
My eyes drip red,
It's misery I have wed,
Together til the end.

Wake me with the answers,
Explain this Hell I feel,
Fed-up with the questions,

Is this something real?

Can I live or will I die,
Lessons learned in time,
Give it all that I must,
Together til we're dust.

Wake me with the answers,
Explain this Hell I feel,
Fed-up with the questions,
Is this something real?

Take away my sorrow,
Take away all my pain,
Take away my pleasure,
Hell, it's all the same.

Take away my sorrow,
Take away all my pain,
Take away my pleasure,
Hell, it's all the same.
F-You and your answers
F-You, you little fools
I am something special
I don't need your ridicule.

Wake me with the answers,
Explain this Hell I feel,
Fed-up with the questions,
Is this something real?

I wrote the lyrics to this song at a very dark time in my life. No matter how bad things might seem at a particular time, there is always a brighter day to come. After expressing myself through these lyrics I came to realize, I am something special and I don't need your ridicule.

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